In a small room in small town in a small country on a small continent on a small
planet in a small solar system in a small galaxy in a small cluster in a small
universe sits a desk. On that desk sits a computer waiting, patiently, as only a
machine can.

Waiting for input...

A couple of times a week a few people enter the RedEyeDen, and one of them,
seemingly by random selection, turns the toy on. The lights are dim, the
atmosphere charged. Creativity reigns. The group has been writing music for
many years, both collaboratively and independently. Toy, the computer, has
been around for a lot less time.

Now Toy, by nature, is very nonjudgmental and will accept
anything we care to feed it. It matters not the rhythm, the
instrumentation nor even the lyrical content. Toy absorbs it all with only the
occasional glitch, which is more than can be said for the boys.

Thousands of hours and hundreds of "OK, pick a key." later, and
with the RedEyeDen earning it's name, the kids convinced Toy to regurgitate all
that had been fed it and Terminal Velocity II was born. They were trying to find
Terminal Velocity I, when they found Carnivore instead.

Strangely enough, the boys still had many stories left to tell and Third Eye Scream
was conceived and created, and even now latest creations enhance the sonic atmosphere
in the Red Eye Den ...